Another Language

Another language:

we have another language altogether - a poetry of the world that tells of our belonging. Not a world is ever spoken; but we listen and understand through our senses. We hear and respond by breath and resonance of body, a shared vibration of a common bond. There is always a communication of another kind; what we tell in secret when only the softness of the earth is listening, when the water's edge asks to know our deepest hurt, and the wind reaches in hush reply. 

we are always told that we belong. 

this is the way of listening; it's a dialog with little need for words yet always understood in the instant of our silent voicing. It's another language altogether, ancient, and singular by nature. This is true communication, not between any two things but of essence, just one voice in various vibration. Our response is cellular, deeper still it's of particles that sing themselves of atoms and continue in creation. It's all one song. 

one listening.

there is no need to relearn this language, but only to remember our deep fluency, the birthright of our listening and response. The world is speaking even now; everything carried through the silence of the air, so pure we hear the curve of a birds wing in glided flight. We hear the secrets of moving water streaming to the earth's delight. We listen to trees in their sway of branches, to their hint of roots that tell of buried mysteries. It's another language altogether...

but it's ours. 

if only we remember. 

~

Peace, Eric